2214
7.21
21.i.26
the blinking, golden and gone
ekphrastic for George Heming Mason’s 1870 ‘Staffordshire Landscape’
what stolidity, the past!
as if it were for burial
and this the sacred ground
a day of ages!
golden as long since
the close flight of the goose
the blinkers and the saddle and
none
one’s head is bent
and one forthright
one stoops
one is as an angel
to a puddle’s throw of sky
the sunblessed shepherd, wielding
crook
wispy as this light
looks out
last of the day so put to use
trees, ghosts of themselves
alight with the sun’s last
we see
craggy fells for far
not a chimney smokes
the houses silent as if emptied
for this
one end of this sky now dusk
it’s just what’s there’s a poem
I can never look far enough in
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